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Imagination
creates this world, this universe, this dream of godness,
And
ever wraps it in an endless array of personal and collective mythologies.
Call
them whatever the language of geographical collusion chooses,
Prior
to the imagination of time and space, of all illusion,
There
was nothing, the same eternal nothing
The
passing now ever presents.
* * * *
Discern
that which is prior to all sounds, all words,
All
concepts, all knowledge, all imagination,
All
conscious movement of any sort.
You are
that.
* * * *
The
past is a selection of neural patterns,
The
future merely a projection of those patterns,
And the
present is the ephemeral dream in between.
Only in
the aware stillness of pure beingness
Can the
eternal be touched within.
* * * *
There
is no vehicle,
Only
you, and the desire
To know
your ultimate nature.
* * * *
Why is
god’s name is a middleman necessary?
The
very idea is contrary to the great teachings.
* * * *
The
poverty of unity is your greatest wealth.
* * * *
In
childhood you see only your own world.
As you
age that expands to others you know.
At some
point you perhaps envision a world view,
Maybe a
universal view, or even that born of godness.
If you
are truly rare, your journey may lead to absoluteness,
That
which is beyond all frames imagined by conceptual limitation.
Life is
a rare opportunity to witness the unitary unborn nature.
If it
is your inclination to explore it, then it is your calling.
* * * *
As an
identity there is gain and loss.
Without
it, all is sum-zero.
* * * *
Your
desire to be
And the
resulting passions
Are
what hold you a voluntary captive
In the
vain prison of your own mind’s creation.
Without
the attachments of consciousness,
You
would disappear into the oblivion
Of your
untraceable nature.
* * * *
How long
humanity will continue
Is
entirely dependent upon its ability
To
adapt to the many changes
Set in
motion by the past.
* * * *
Who is
to say that before god
You
will not your own judge?
* * * *
Suffering
is your greatest teacher.
Where
would you be without it?
* * * *
To see
the nature of the oblivion, of the void within,
Is to
discern the path is, was, and will ever be, pathless.
* * * *
Instinctual
responses drop away as the limitations
Of the
animal nature are seen more clearly,
And the
pure awareness of eternity
Becomes
its own impoverishing reward.
* * * *
How
many masks and costumes there are in this strange dream called life.
How
many you have witnessed, yet how many more you will never see.
Incomprehensible
that such infinity is even remotely comprehensible.
* * * *
Collusions,
with all their antagonisms toward other collusions,
Create
so much havoc and remain blind to their common delusion.
* * * *
Resume
your space, now.
* * * *
Sorry
to have to say it,
But existence
cannot always be just fun,
Despite
the incessant craving to avoid the unhappier reality.
* * * *
A
mountain and an anthill may well be the same size
Depending
on the relative view of any given perceiver.
* * * *
Seek
out those of like mindedness.
To do elsewise
can be futile and vexing.
You
cannot truly save any other but your Self.
Any
seed requires the soil of sincere intent.
* * * *
We have
idealized that consciousness
Is
capable of unity, yet that idealism
Has
proven ever again and again
To be
only the play of air in time.
* * * *
Truth
cannot be discerned in time.
* * * *
Thou
art godness,
And
this is the world
You
have created.
* * * *
How
fascinating what we as a species
Have no
choice but to go through
To
learn a very simple lesson.
* * * *
Our
grouping tendency
Brings
us security in one sense
And
destroys us in another.
* * * *
The
energy band in which we have evolved
Is not
as broad as our ignorance leads us to believe.
Nature
has a tendency to counterfeit extremes.
* * * *
The
subtlety of these words,
Only a
rare few will have the key to.
* * * *
How
many self-righteously believe god
Wants
them to make a buck at Eden’s expense?
Not.
* * * *
Magnify
your mind,
And see
that it is the universal one.
* * * *
Mother
Nature will not be pulling her punches,
And
they will come in every way imaginable.
We have
no one to blame but ourselves,
And the
paradigm of our competitive evolution.
There
will be no escape, no direction but forward.
Every
karmic seed of humanity’s history will blossom
As they
have been sewn since we lost sight of the garden.
* * * *
If past
and future were to suddenly disappear,
Where
would you be?
* * * *
The
humble arrogance of doubt
Opens
the gate to the unknown.
* * * *
Is it a
concern that others discern
That
they too are of the oneness?
Only if
they seek the good news.
None
can be forced to drink if not thirsty.
The way
is seen through effortless surrender,
Not
through persuasion, rancor, or force.
* * * *
When
you were a child,
You
were innocent, vulnerable,
Pure
awareness without a trace of persona.
In time
came a growing detection of physical limitations,
Sensory
perceptions, sounds and concepts, and that sense of “I am”.
Gradually,
the protective layers of personal identity were molded within your mind.
To return
to the original eternal nature, you must shed all you have learned,
And
become that simplicity prior to all that is imagined to be known.
* * * *
Eternity
can be terrifying
Because
you cannot take anything with you,
Even
your Self.
* * * *
Every moment
is an opportunity
To
drink the sweet nectar of eternal bliss.
It is
you confidant, best friend and most intimate lover.
* * * *
Whatever
the future may be,
Humankind
is just the tyrannosaurus
Of this
likely to be very brief era.
* * * *
Whenever
possible,
Be ally
to your friends
And
befriend your foes.
* * * *
Better
to forgive and forget, to push on,
Than to
be poisoned by bitter grievance.
* * * *
The
clock goes round and round,
But did
time ever really move?
* * * *
What is
this mysterious light that makes all things possible?
Can its
unknowable source be any other than you,
The
witness to its magical mystery tour?
* * * *
Do not
be led astray by all who would deny
What is
so obviously, undeniably, irrefutably true.
Any
separating themselves from that which is godness
Are the
fallen angels whose divisive enterprises
Only
fan the cold fires of conscious hell.
* * * *
I sing,
you sing, we all sing the dreamsong of godness.
* * * *
It is
easy to deny another’s truth
When
you have not even heard it.
* * * *
I am
the playful piper, the flaming bush,
The enduring
ferryman, the ascetic recluse,
A
wandering madman journeying the universe.
I am
all things, all places, all spaces.
There
is nothing that I am not,
And
nothing that I am.
I am the
irony, the paradox,
Unnamed,
unclaimed, untamed.
* * * *
The
issue of salvation is for each to meet alone.
It is
the conscious merger of mind, body and soul
Into
the timeless one prior to the illusory changing.
It is
the reunion into that which you truly are,
Not
what you imagine yourself to be.
* * * *
The
mark of any society is the degree to which
Fear
and coercion are used upon its children.
* * * *
With
your last breath it will not matter
Whether
your life was long or short,
Powerful
or weak, wealthy or poor,
Wise or
foolish, intelligent or stupid,
Famous
or anonymous, loved or hated,
Female
or male, healthy or sick, good or evil,
One
race, one culture or another, religious or not,
Death
blends all attributes into the same one.
* * * *
Does
the vast universe in day or night’s sky
Have a
sense of duality, of time and space?
And
what of that beyond its farthest reaches?
What
will it be but what you choose to predict?
* * * *
Any
difference between you and me
Is
completely imagined.
* * * *
Nothing
can be anything other
Than
what you project it to be.
* * * *
The
witness can discern its Self
Only
through the reflection of illusion.
* * * *
It is
one thing to play the game,
Quite
another to see through it.
* * * *
Shoot
for the middle
And
average will be the conclusion.
* * * *
The
claim that god is just and loving
Would
mean you and everyone else is.
* * * *
The
fool is not locked into any direction.
* * * *
Consciousness
is the veil.
* * * *
Each of
us suffers in individual ways,
Ways
which seem our own, yet are similar.
The
pain molds our thinking, shapes our identity,
Shields
us in imagined cloaks of invulnerable personality.
The
return to the unimagined state is the surrender to the changing,
The
perseverance in every moment possible to the path of least resistance.
* * * *
The
peace of consciousness,
Called
hell by some,
Offers
only temporal solace
Between
bouts of intense suffering.
* * * *
A
fool’s gold has no value
In this
world or any other.
* * * *
The
promise of eternal salvation,
Only
the most adept students will earn.
* * * *
Your
fear of god is the fear of the void within.
* * * *
Karma
is a very simple fact
Made
complex by dogmatic traditions.
It is
quite obvious that the life anyone leads
Is an
outcome of events in time’s manifest continuity.
The
sword and plow each create likely fates.
* * * *
How
vain to judge another.
* * * *
Get a
grip on your mind
Or it
will get a grip on you.
* * * *
Ancient
texts and religions were created
Upon
the order of oral traditions and storylines
To which
modern technologies need no longer subscribe.
Information
now crosses the world in moments rather than centuries.
Vain
attachments to ancient traditions is not required by the educated masses
As it
was by the monastic and feudal orientations of past millenniums.
Consciousness
moves at an exponential pace and the minds
Which
create order on vast amounts of information
Have
the potential to come to terms
With
the original nature
As
never before.
* * * *
Humankind’s
greatest cities
Are
really no different than anthills or beehives,
Except
in that they are far less efficient and much less orderly.
And we
are so quick to call ourselves intelligent.
* * * *
Keep
your own accounts,
And let
others keep theirs.
* * * *
What is
it to be born when what you truly are is eternally unborn?
You
wander about in countless masks, costumes and roles,
Yet you
are not any imagined state and never will be.
As
ever, you delude yourself again and again
Whenever
caught in maya’s illusory and snaring web.
How
strange it is to remember any of this never really happened.
* * * *
You may
well wish less suffering upon this temporal world,
But you
have no power to remedy the determination
Which
so many inevitably seem to create it.
* * * *
Once
you discern the void of reality,
There
is no more than pretending this world,
Or any
of the vain reactions of humanity
Are of
any importance, whatsoever.
* * * *
Wisdom
goes the same zero-sum
Dreamtime
way everything else does.
Forget
it along with everything else.
* * * *
Any
need you have to convince others
Is a
sign of your residual doubt.
* * * *
Even if
everyone in the world
Knew
your name and many deeds,
It
would do you no real and lasting good.
No
matter how great, all glory is quickly forgotten.
Forget
the imagined vain self and become that most true.
* * * *
Continued
identification with the finite nature of existence,
Putting
off surrender to the unlimited prior to all forms,
Only
perpetuates the needless imagined suffering.
Surrender
is not easy, but the incessant push-pull
Of that
which is born into time and that which is timeless
Is
unreconcilable duality in just another variation of dreamtime.
* * * *
The
pretense of objectivity is entirely subjective.
* * * *
Some
would argue that the point and purpose
Is that
all consciousness within this vast mystery
Will
someday attain a magnificent harmony with its Self.
This
the scribe does not pretend to know, nor think important.
Ultimate
reality has always been the eternal serenity
Manifest
consciousness can only idealize.
* * * *
The
same people who so valiantly save human lives
Will
often not hesitate to destroy another life form.
* * * *
There
are no experts,
Just a
lot of deluded dreamers
Filled
with make-believe.
* * * *
All
distinctions are imagined.
They
are all governed by desire, fear,
And the
many ensuing passions.
They do
not really exist
But for
the belief that they do.
* * * *
The
world you project is the one
By
which you judge yourself.
* * * *
Realize
that you really know absolutely nothing,
That
you are but a temporary reflection
Of the
mysterious sea of infinity.
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The
Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
©
Michael J. Holshouser 2009
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